Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that wants you dead.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A Box of One Dozen Mixed Donuts
The Third Secret of Fátima
A maximum of four juggling balls
A Fresh Set of Wisdom Teeth
A Hard Drive full of Bitcoin
Two turntables and a microphone
A G.I. Joe Doll
A copy of Bridge Over the River Why a self-help book by Colonel Alec Nicholson
An Iron Throne made from many swords hammered together
A burgundy 1984 Chevy Celebrity in good condition, except it needs new wipers

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